Land Talk

Creeping wit my ladd you would I'm tryna climb shit
Got it off the bags i was trapping out my mom shit
They always blame the land every time somebody top hit
Got connects you would never see the block gitch
batman g9 robin always sticking wit my side kick
Say that issa problem show you how yo to get a op fix
Chopper eat the block 30 shot thats them chop sticks
I know we spazzing out cause them nigga gotta dry snitch
No mask im popping out strapped up aint gotta hide bitch
You hoe be acting up washed up on tide shit
Bro dont give a fuck broad day he get a mind split
Beefing turn to fifa i can show how this glock kick
Trapping turn to madden show you how to catch a play
Man what happened
Shit got tragic
Went mechanic with the ratchet
Run them bands up im the fastest
They be lacking til we tag em
Where we at we right at em
Ring him up we body bag him
Dont fuck with niggas like the klan you can stay where you stand
Nigga we was flipping it we wasn't playing in the sand
One tit 50 clip thats a drum ain't no band
Glock got karate kick shit be cramping up my hand
We can get it popping like hot grease in the pan
You know a nigga bout that shit when he descrete aint got say it
Real as life in real life i aint preaching to the gram
High as flights late night im just cheifing wit my mans
We send send shots stop sending text
No them niggas not a threat
Aim for headshots fuck a vest
AOG we murder bout it
Landboy shit we raised in violence
To the top just keep on climbing
Im gone get it keep on grinding
Fast feet that boy turned to sonic
Block hot brought cooling kit
Up it we gone do the bitch
Hit all net like pavkovich
Fuck they side go bend again
Not outside get active bitch
Copping out these niggas ratting
Nigga you cant run no faster
All that capping like he active
We the one thats catching B's really send shit to the morgue
Watch your dog he come with fleas better close that backdoor
Have that lil bitch on her knees what you acting shy for
Bitch we balling every season spark that shit up like the 4th
By my lonely fighting demons
Roll a 3.5 za the dodie
We bend block foreal
Get the drop we drill
You get rank you hit a hat
Slide for slide we getting back
Traumatized now take a nap
Big 45 i never lack
Landboy shit we stand on that
Bloody mess that reaper creeping
Ruler in my hand
Ima do for the land
Scooby do we in that van
Deja vu we spin again
Something like a ceiling fan
We ain't ducking we be bucking
i cant trust it ima up it
You know Brodie gone say fuck it
Broad day get caught in public
Pull some strings like puppet
Know i flame it if i up it
Burn your hand don't be touching
Arm reach dont gotta clutch it
Turn your noodle into nothing
Forever a rider switchy breathing
2x said that bitch gone greet him
fuck the ops be on our dick
We ain't cutting at no innocents we aim for main members
Jumping out we spin the ben
Smoke, its ken and kel
We ain't playing fair he get smoked its fair well
We can take it there at your door like the mail
Them niggas still trapping nicks we put bowls on the scale
Know a nigga high as heaven but the bullets hot as hell
Grab my mask and stuff my glock pray to allah get back alive
Free the guys blood in my eyes
Snatch his soul he in the sky
Know i pack it punch a lung
We known to let them glizzies dump
De-cock glock see 30 shots
Faces hot we bending blocks
What we did we did alot
What they did thats what they dead
Smoke the dead new pack new strand
Think i want another man
Up that bitch we cutting up
Hollows buss a nigga lungs
Walk him down we face his ass